ROUNDUP'S OVER
Roundup's over
Thrill gone
Fall upon us
Darken one
Less light
More dark
More night
Less stark
Sun's hot blaze
That burns skin
Hundred-degree daze
Over again
Rebirth calls
From the grave
Back comes the falls
To dark we're slaves.
9/15/2008 1407 cj
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